Christmas Chronicles: The Beautiful Game's Holiday Magic

I woke up before my alarm. The room was dark except for the streetlamp outside. Checking my phone-6:15 AM. Game day. Not just any game day-the final tournament, with scouts and elite coaches watching. My future was on the line.
I stretched, shaking off the heaviness. No distractions. Just focus.
A knock. Marcus walked in, already dressed, coffee in hand. "Rise and shine, champ," he smirked.
"Too early for jokes," I muttered.
"Dad's making breakfast. Coach says the bus leaves at 7:30."
I nodded, nerves tightening. "Got it."
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yeah." Maybe.
"Good," he said. "Because I invited some family."
I froze. "What?"
"Uncle Elon, Daimian, and Kai are in town. Thought they'd enjoy the game."
Great. No pressure.